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Saturn
03:02
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To speak in rainbows, laugh in lightning, stare in silhouettes
To float the current of her secrets, earthen body wet
In sonic shades of monuments tattoo your sweat aloud
And wrestle with that nothingness on shifting solid ground
Though I haven't proof I do believe we are more than accidents and bastard machines.
Even at our worst the universe can name itself
And ancient dust will travel long to settle in your shell
I can only hope you found a place that time forgave
Of sun and moss and quiet thoughts and nothing left to save
Though I haven't proof I do believe we are more than accidents and bastard machines.
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Teeth
03:42
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"The way out is through," says my silicon teen.
Stubborn, rattling truth makes its way through my teeth
Nothing stares from above, from below
And nothing stares from within
Shake marrow from bone
What became of his flame?
All pathways transpose, every ending the same
When nothing stares from above, from below
It gets hard to believe
Posing questions aloud to the dark when all I hear is me
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We're clear as day and gone the same
Once - like ghosts that danced upon the lake
The pavement cracked a smile at me
No, I ain't ready for summer to begin
Oh, glorious freedom
Glorious panic
Our blacktop days, the warm retrace
Proud with violence, a marrow shaking sway
He "can't wait to sleep in late"
Well, "this is it"
Let's go and spit at fate
Oh, glorious freedom
Glorious panic
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